| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: did know something more when she brought her husband back from their
drive through the pleasant country. They returned looking like an engaged
couple, rather than parents whose nursery was already a song of three
little voices.
"He has told her," thought Mrs. Davenport at the first sight of them, as
they entered the drawing-room for an afternoon tea. "She does understand
some things."
And when after dinner the ladies had withdrawn to the library, and waited
for the men to finish their cigars, Mrs. Davenport spoke to Ethel. "My
dear, I congratulate you. I saw it at once."
"But he hasn't. Richard hasn't told me anything."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery: encountered him in Sunday school she passed him by with an icy
contempt that was no whit thawed by his evident desire to appease
her. Even Diana's efforts as a peacemaker were of no avail.
Anne had evidently made up her mind to hate Gilbert Blythe to
the end of life.
As much as she hated Gilbert, however, did she love Diana, with
all the love of her passionate little heart, equally intense in
its likes and dislikes. One evening Marilla, coming in from the
orchard with a basket of apples, found Anne sitting along by the
east window in the twilight, crying bitterly.
"Whatever's the matter now, Anne?" she asked.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: in derision, "Qui vive?" and eight shots followed. The balls whistled
round Gudin and his men. One fell, another was shot in the arm. The
five others who were safe and sound replied with a volley and the cry,
"Friends!" Then they marched rapidly on their assailants so as to
reach them before they had time to reload.
"We did not know how true we spoke," cried Gudin, as he recognized the
uniforms and the battered hats of his own brigade. "Well, we behaved
like Bretons, and fought before explaining."
The other men were stupefied on recognizing the little company.
"Who the devil would have known them in those goatskins?" cried Beau-
Pied, dismally.
The Chouans |
